Hell: you're only 361 days younger than I am, and if I didn't get one of those for my fortieth birthday (seeing as how I've been a Lovecraft fan longer than you), then you don't get one, either. (Dontcha just hate big brother logic?)
Seriously, congratulations on the impending birthday: what do you have planned, and where can we mail presents?
That's okay. I take comfort in the knowledge that Mom always liked me best.
A small party for friends and family, I think, and much drinking of hard cider. I also plan to lock myself in the bathroom with a bottle of whiskey and bemoan my lost youth, crushed dreams, and diminished sexual capacity. Wheeeeeee!
Besides, you're right: I was always the one waking up everyone with the cries of "No, Daddy! Please! Stop!" The worst part was that he never touched me (Grandma was the only one who kissed me and slipped me some tongue), but the dog never walked right for days.
Hmm...my 40th b-day's coming up. Was thinking of splurging on a bottle of Booker Noe bourbon. That bathroom thing has some appeal; only place I can read undisturbed.
Seriously, congratulations on the impending birthday: what do you have planned, and where can we mail presents?
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A small party for friends and family, I think, and much drinking of hard cider. I also plan to lock myself in the bathroom with a bottle of whiskey and bemoan my lost youth, crushed dreams, and diminished sexual capacity. Wheeeeeee!
And since you asked...
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Yeah, let's stop right there.
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